post elpis older boyfriend .ᐟ leon kennedy is a different man. he might as well be a sex robot now— his sex is one of a rabid animal’s in heat and he fucks a lot. insanely so. something changed in his libido; it went out straight up the roof. he can’t get enough of you and at times, he gets a pulsing hard boner that lasts him enough for a couple of hours. he makes you come sweet on his tongue fresh in the morning, hiding under the blanket. during your breakfast, he can barely contain himself. he spreads your legs wide open on the kitchen table and fucks your cunt with no wrapper or birth control. he might as well put a few babies in you if he’s so healthy all of a sudden.

it’s always been an insecurity of his that a guy your age could keep it up for longer and take care of your needs. not anymore.

and that’s not even the best part. leon makes your thighs tremble shut with his cock inside you, spilling ropes of salty, warm cum inside your swollen pussy. it then, he leaves you dizzy and breathless on the bed to grab you a towel. when he returns, his initial plans of cleaning your thighs and running you a warm bath are completely replaced. he traps you under his rough, strong body, sweaty muscles and burning red cheeks from doing all the work. “one more round, doll?” and you won’t even stop there. god knows if you’ll ever stop.

─── in any sort of sub/dom dynamic with bruce wayne .ᐟ even in a romantic relationship, his need to have some form control over you would permeate through absolutely everything, in any sort of circumstance, with no sexual implications. bruce thinks he does you a service by dictating your life around. it would never comes from a place of wanting to make you feel small. it doesn’t make him feel more powerful by depriving you of control, though. his authoritative nature does come from a place of fear, especially given his lack of control during the event that stuck with him throughout his entire life.

to bruce, it’s a natural thing. it all began with “wear pink and silk, they suit you better” to you asking him pick your clothes as your daily routine, followed by outfit checks, all sent at the same hour. routine is good, right? you tell him everything— where you’re headed to. what you had for breakfast. what should you have for lunch? most of the time it’s not even him insisting to control certain areas of your life, but it’s you. unless you decide to brat around and misbehave. you get him used to this routine and then, you deprive him of it. but he’s too smart to be tricked.

then, you crawl and beg him, so he indulges. sometimes, asking bruce to control you makes you all wet and needy. which isn’t exactly what he wants— it’s not about dependency, but it’s a never ending circle in which you find yourselves stuck due to its addictive nature.